All great truths begin as blasphemies.
George Bernard Shaw
Mood:
a wee bit enraged
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There is nothing to read here. The content is over there, to your right.
I may, however, at some point, put something here. Some day. Eventually. No pressure.
you AND your horse, you bastard.
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(manually typed out because beating up the keyboard right now is very soothing)
You ever just want to slap someone? A good, serious, hand-tingling, red-welt causing slap? I have a list of people, some listed thrice.
Sloth and laziness will be the death of someone near, as I'm going to fucking kill him. I do not need a supervisor; I need someone to help me haul the couch up the fucking stairs. Telling me "a little to the left, you're going to hit the railing" is not earning my gratitude.
He did - he literally watched me work. Yeah, and I'm such a freakin' butch chick too, ya know. Tossing furniture about? - pshaw, easy-peasy.
Can't believe I married him.
Can't believe he doesn't have life insurance.
grrrr. argh!
.dar.
soundtrack: the sound of an aneurysm about to erupt.
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(manually typed out because beating up the keyboard right now is very soothing)
You ever just want to slap someone? A good, serious, hand-tingling, red-welt causing slap? I have a list of people, some listed thrice.
Sloth and laziness will be the death of someone near, as I'm going to fucking kill him. I do not need a supervisor; I need someone to help me haul the couch up the fucking stairs. Telling me "a little to the left, you're going to hit the railing" is not earning my gratitude.
He did - he literally watched me work. Yeah, and I'm such a freakin' butch chick too, ya know. Tossing furniture about? - pshaw, easy-peasy.
Can't believe I married him.
Can't believe he doesn't have life insurance.
grrrr. argh!
.dar.
soundtrack: the sound of an aneurysm about to erupt.
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